Adventure
And this of course was an adventure. Best part of
the narrative was that we never recognized the others
when they came from the cold, puffy cheeks, pockets
full of chocolate.
We always fought for a single raisin and the circus
clown decided to leave since he couldn’t make ends meet
with the money he earned so he became an accountant.
After he studied for years he took his diploma with
our support, eager we were to learn why poor people
never learn what an accountant does and we all stayed
motionless like in an old black and white photograph.
Indeed we were awestruck at the ferocity of the tempest
that arrived from our holy and venerable beliefs to just
destroy our small hovels.
I like those who feel embarrassed when luck favors them
And think “they are card thieves.”
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